Jenjin
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Labdanum, black plum, black currant, violet, and champaca flower. And they laughed, changing hands in the measure, And they mixed and made peace after strife; Pain melted in tears, and was pleasure; Death tingled with blood, and was life. Like lovers they melted and tingled, In the dusk of thine innermost fane; In the darkness they murmured and mingled, Our Lady of Pain.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR! Let’s all turn over a new leaf – and be good Well, it’s worth a shot at least. Rose petals, gargantuan green leaves, and a splashy, fresh chypre.
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Blackberry hops, blackened raspberry gum, purple chypre, and myrrh. Thou wert fair in the fearless old fashion, And thy limbs are as melodies yet, And move to the music of passion With lithe and lascivious regret. What ailed us, O gods, to desert you For creeds that refuse and restrain? Come down and redeem us from virtue, Our Lady of Pain.
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Cherry blossoms, violet root, muguet, green tea, crystalline musk, and yuzu.
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Whipped cream squished between luscious layers of pale green sponge, topped with hunks of syrup-glazed honeydew.
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Beeswax, rice powder, white amber, and cherry blossom chypre.
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Dark Chocolate, Vanilla Absolute, Black Pepper, and Bulgarian Rose
Jenjin posted a topic in Lupercalia
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A sugared cherry chypre with red labdanum, moss, and roasted chestnut. Good Luck! Good Luck! I say Be yours this NEW YEAR’S DAY May 2024 bring us all good fortune, prosperity, good health, safety, peace, and mercy.
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A surprisingly delightful blend of blackberries, cranberries, carrots, and pumpkin mash.
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He’s just pretending to be cold! A milky plastic shell of frosted blue spruce, illuminated from within by 40 watts of glowing amber.
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Apple custard with sherry and lemon zest.
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A lightly jiggling glop of cold brew, vanilla pudding, dark chocolate, and crushed chocolate cream cookies.
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Teakwood, bamboo, and cypress with amber oud, crystallized ginger, and ti leaf.
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No jokes here: who wouldn’t love a heart-shaped hot tub? A bubbling vat of red musk, sweet red wine, benzoin, red oudh, and lush magnolia.
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Freshwater lichen, osmanthus absolute, yuzu, blonde tobacco, frankincense, pink apple, a waft of incense, and green tea.
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Many an hour has been whiled away in this gentlemanly retreat: skin-warmed steel, fresh cedar shavings, a creamy fougere lather, a soothing splash of orange blossom water, and the distant memory of blood and bandages.
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“Perfume, not poppers!” Put it in Latin on our family crest. The contents of this 5ml apothecary bottle are certainly nothing illicit, no ma’am. Just a nice, relaxing olfactory swan dive into the abyss, under the barest pretense of home entertainment hygiene. (Please note: this perfume contains no actual video head cleaner. No alcohol, no acetone, no amyl nitrate, no xylene. It is an accord meant to mimic and celebrate the scent profile and tone of poppers without explicitly smelling like poppers or having a popper’iffic effect.)
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Samurai on a Bridge Battling a Ghost While Making Love to a Woman
Jenjin posted a topic in Lupercalia
Steel, leather, and scarlet chypre, pomegranate incense, tobacco absolute, nagarmotha, saffron, Ceylon cinnamon, champaca, and red oud. -
White honey, warm musk, and ambrette seed. All shrines that were Vestal are flameless, But the flame has not fallen from this; Though obscure be the god, and though nameless The eyes and the hair that we kiss; Low fires that love sits by and forges Fresh heads for his arrows and thine; Hair loosened and soiled in mid orgies With kisses and wine.
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Oakmoss-infused vanilla bourbon, smoked lilac petals, and orris butter.
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George Pauli - Evening Reading Soft leather and aged paper, linen sheets, lamp oil, lavender sachets, a splash of rosewater, and a faint tendril of fading hearthsmoke.
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Red musk, wildflower honey, elemi, tangerine, and mint. O lips full of lust and of laughter, Curled snakes that are fed from my breast, Bite hard, lest remembrance come after And press with new lips where you pressed.
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The cry of the cicada Gives us no sign That presently they will die – Matsuo Bashō, translated by William George Aston This year, the forests of the eastern United States will be abuzz (pun intended) with the concurrent emergence of two separate broods, the 17-year-old Brood XIII and 13-year-old Brood XIX. A cicada extravaganza like this one hasn’t been seen since 1803! A scent fit for a Swarmageddon: soft, dark soil, black pepper, tonka bean, decaying leaves, licorice root, ambrette seed, sweet vetiver, bourbon vanilla, oakmoss, brown labdanum, elm bark, vegetable leather, clary sage, 13-year aged patchouli, 17-year aged patchouli, and two bright red specs of dragon’s blood resin.